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Drop Off - текст песни



Drop Off


Yo, yo, yo, yo Bobby


What up, what up? I can't really hear you


Aiyo, I left ten pounds in the trunk and I gave Sha' ten


make sure he drops them shits off


I'm on my way back to Mexico, to pick up another hundred


(What up?) Can you hear me? can you hear me? (Uh-huh)


Yo make the drop off, don't forget man!








I got niggaz on the block, block


niggaz with them gats, gats


Niggaz on the strip, strip


Puffin' them packs, packs


To my workers that stays sharp like razors


play my part and blaze it, we braveheart with paper


My niggaz got that Dutch, Dutch


niggaz got that black, black


Niggaz got a bitch, bitch, head in they lap, lap


My team ain't wit' it, we dreamed and did it


Leaned and pivot, schemed for digits


Everything you seen, we lived it


Nigga front then we get at duke


Dick hard like statues go to hole like Shaq do


Cut you like a cantelope


Like Iverson the truth and the answer


I'm the poison and the antidote


Don't care if the bitch cute, we don't sex raw


We play the corners like the castles on a chess board


Up in the Lex 4, drinkin' a Beck's boy


Shoppin' in the best stores, I'm the nigga to check for








Wanna spend our cheese, smoke all our weed


No tattoo on titties, sayin' F-R-E


And my nigga Crizzee baby, and my nigga Digi baby


Wanna spend our cheese, smoke all our weed


No tattoo on titties, sayin' Bob Digi


or ShaCrizzee baby, or Lil' Frizzee baby











Bobby stop!


Bobby





(That shit is tight girl)








(Fuck that mothafucka, you know how I do)

















Up in the drop-top Boxter headin' the opposite


direction of the cop inside the chopper


I got the tall Grey Goose vodka


this bitch on my side, with no panties, finger pop her


Ten pounds of skunk up in the front trunk


Bird like hittin' a blunt, about to cum, and I'm pinchin' her cunt *girl moans*


Ninety miles per hour I'm like "Fuck these punks!"


It's the land of the free son, you only live once


You a smart motherfucker or stupid dunce?


Music blastin', she orgasm like a singer


Sweet, wet pussy got all over my fingers


Now I'm sniffin' my hand, all sippin' the plan


Got the pedal to the floor, goin' swift as I can


Hit the exit, chk-chk-chuh, make the left quick


Hit the garage and slip inside the Lexus


I got many whips, many clips, many chicks


and my dick's been sucked by many lips


Many tips, or many Vicks, many sticks


and love to fuck with plenty chips








He got many whips, many clips, many chicks


and his dick's been sucked by many lips


Many tips, or many Vicks, many sticks


and love to fuck with plenty chips



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